The Golden Downtown
The heat began in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s sternum, a low, dull roar that hummed in time with the collective grief of the neighborhood he had policed for twenty years. It was not a metaphor, nor a symptom of the stress that plagued so many men of his generation, but a physical, rule-bound synesthetic response to the specific sorrow of the people in the working-class district of Oakhaven, a...
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